Wounds From you
28. Follow brother!
Too busy with his thoughts, until he is now dragged by his level brother aka the chairman of BEM.
“You're coming with brother!” invite himself without further ado, he glared at his eyes and his jaw seemed to fall from the spot seeing the change from this level brother of his.
What the fuck.
He also rebelled to be released but there he even got a sharp gaze from his level brother and his level brother took him somewhere, until the path alone could not match the step of his level brother.
“Sorry, I haven't said anything about it aja.” Gibran forced to be removed but when his elder brother entered the rector's room, making him a heart sport staring at this room that is not arbitrary people enter here, especially must be permission first.
“Heh! Dengerin!” he still forced his level brother who arbitrarily against him, unfortunately his chance to hold his speech eh even keceplosan directly mention if the BEM chairman is no work other than to govern.
Well, now it's got the sap.
He shook his head noisily, his sharp eyes reflexively glanced at Gibran who then threw his face in the other direction so as not to meet the gaze.
“What?” tanyanya was challenging but not staring at the person.
The older brother then pushed Gibran's body to sit forced and let go of the hand violently, making the unprepared Gibran was staggered by the chair he would occupy.
He grimaces. Then looked at his elder brother, “Heartless cruelty. Not having any commendable behavior,” Gibran sneer by advancing his lips asking to be tucked it child. Infuriated, his elder brother sighed, rotating his eyeballs.
“Who here is cruel? Not that you yourself said, meaning that the talk admitted this.” Let her elder sister sit on that single chair and stare at the clock that was coiling on her wrist, while clucking in annoyance.
Tired of waiting, in the end this bait was caught also in his cage. While Gibran was unfocused he misbehaved to take the pen that was below it uh his head was hit by the table and made his level brother stare sharply while wanting to scold him, instead Gibran complained of pain and hit the small glass-coated table.
Her level brother shook his head.
“Sick times, ouch wrong table here. Want to take this, how a bit different fate.” His anger was small and indeed made his elder brother singleness smile without being seen in Gibran's own eyes.
It's also his own thing.
It wasn't someone else.
“Not wrong table, it's your own fault!” the sentence reflex makes Gibran not accept, he also went up and approached his level brother, not looking at the feather in front of him who he wanted the truth instead of blaming himself.
“Lo, want to defend that table! Mending life with that table!!” he said he wanted to punch the BEM chairman in his position, but he still remembered when some stepped forward it made him not so to do the action tonjok punching.
“APAA?”
Gibran is looking at the hostility, the dark side of Gibran.
“Hm, yes dear table kok.” Replied his elder brother casually without thinking about the feeling of being heavily injured due to Gibran's own speech.
“Oh yes?” Gibran really felt annoyed as if toyed with, with ease he actually came out but had to with subtle persuasion so that the person would have an allure for him and eventually obey Arshal's will.
And while with Arshal, men to the frustration of the intention of the heart wanted to find Gibran but the fact that there was Arshal found that the security guards had gone around to lock one by one the room on campus, which was, no longer used.
“Oh yes, what's up sir?” ask his smiling father.
His father seemed to like to smile.
“Sorry to ask, Gibran has not yet returned, sir?” asked Arshal and his security guard then laughed, he forgot if he wanted to tell the man who was looking for Gibran. So many faces may be a bit senile.
Arshal's face turned to look at his father like he was laughing, don't you think!
He suspected, “Pak, Gibran was home from the early hours. Mas Gibran no more lessons to be done in the afternoon, Gibran time no schedule for the afternoon, sorry sir. Forgot the problem was about to talk about this.” and sure enough the answer that was in the mind of his head and faded already the face of Arshal who wanted to meet but fate Gibran has gone home, already home, so he wants to discuss this to whom.
It had been a whole day of him waiting for Gibran here, not that there was still time left to need a search for Arina and he could ask about her mother, how. Happy or happy when he lives with Gibran, who treats his mother like what? But, everything makes it turn into question quotes.
His feet he dragged a few meters out of the campus area, he no longer knew and said words to say goodbye he did not reveal to his father who was staring intently at the man who was looking for Gibran.
He will make a report tomorrow if he meets with Gibran or it could be that this is a meeting of BEM universities so Gibran does not go home.
Okay wrong again, he wanted to call the man who was looking for Gibran was out and he undoed his intention not to call, right yeah rather this is the same irrit talk no longer do not know knowing.
Arshal lazily he got on his bike and turned on his engine, he was impatient even his patience was as thin as a tissue would be good from earlier he was waiting until Gibran came home.
Emang did not have the character of the child, instead of anything awaited it mbok ya appreciated.
Well, but it is also wrong with Arshal who does not provide information first, more precisely communicate to exchange checks only. Not the others.
“Kasian,” miris his security guard locked one of the rooms, but his gaze could not be separated to Arshal who eventually disappeared his back wrapped in the jacket.
But, one of the reasons the guy met Gibran was why.
***
With Arina now herself who is waiting for someone who wants to meet her to discuss her life who knows can help useful for her future brother who is in the stomach. But for Arina it does not matter, because a problem that at the end with hate each other is not to say hello.
Saying hello may just be looking at each other.
“Gue so how yes, here. Maybe a little bit, guests.” Positive thinking alone, maybe a friend who will believe visit Gibran this while nodding his head understand.
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**Hello who?
Here absent first?
Comen❤**
